Water in the dark. Oblivious water. Obviously water.
Water where water should be. Water with a roof. With walls.
Read it in Propel Magazine
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“Relationship as Covered Reservoir” by Paul Stephenson
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“The Jumper” by Paul Jones
I first saw him as a meteor. His foot flare
blazing as he fell from the helicopter.
They became odd ornaments in an evergreen,
a camo-chute and matching camo-Marine.Read it in Grand Little Things
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“Rockin’ Ronnie Says So Long” by Paul Ruta
About a week from now, they’ll find me downstream near Lewiston, New York, bumping against rocks to the rhythm of waves. Rivermen will drag me out, headless and fish-white. They’ll use an angler’s net to scoop my entrails, floating alongside, spilled from my split body but somehow still attached.
Well shit, that’s not how I pictured it.Read it in Reservoir Road
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“Trypophobia” by Andrew Kalaidjian
if you stare long enough
at the night sky
of the new moon
the rings and tendrils
of the Milky Way
gobbling up neighboring galaxies
will tell the secret
of the hole
at the center of it allRead it in La Piccioletta Barca
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“I Hope This Email Never Finds You” by Anna Stacy
I hope this email does not find you well.
I hope this email does not find you
And instead arrives to a desk overgrown with moss,
Lit quietly by a shard of light through your collapsed apartment ceiling
And that the silence that it finds there is simply deafening.Read it in Apricity Magazine
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“As Little As Possible” by Morgan Eklund
By 2050, plastic will outweigh
fish in the ocean and every Monday
until then I’ll walk to the bathroom
to weigh myselfRead it in Hawai’i Pacific Review
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“Sonnet Against Capitalism” by Timothy Otte
In the time of plague we turned away
from the relentless chirp of workplaywork
and placed our ears against the door, listening
for footsteps approaching down the hallway
outside the locked room of capitalism.Read it in Vagabond City
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“Moon I Can’t Touch” by Michelle Hulan
Made from damage, too, you are the result of another Earth rolling up its sleeves to sucker-punch ours. The remnants of planets congealing to survive.
Read it in Sundog Lit
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“Plastic Nation” by Lisa Non Joo
In the end, it feels inevitable. The floating island of plastic is declared a new nation, and becomes the world’s foremost thalassocracy. Ambassadors of PVC and polyethylene squabble over the borders, and stake claims for distinct nation-states among the sea-drift.
Read it in Mascara Literary Review
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“Toast Christ” by Albert Goldbarth
I do it. You do it. The widower’s seen his wife
appear in stains below the garden hose’s spigot
dozens of loving times. Our fraught brains couldn’t
last for a year of the hammering blows each day is,
if they didn’t make these occasional shapes
from will and a frizzle of retinal fatigue.Read it in 32poems
A Quiet Root 